Posted on June 21, 2009 by Shiny Things
On the topic of FATHERS…
“Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later…
that the man before him was not an aging father but a boy,
a boy much like himself,
a boy who grew up and had a child of his own
and, as best he could, out of a sense of duty [...]
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Posted on April 6, 2009 by Shiny Things
More on Autsim tomorrow. For now, a wonderful little quote I found:
A child is not a vase to be filled, but a fire to be lit.
François Rabelais (c.1483-c.1553)
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Posted on April 2, 2009 by Shiny Things
No angel speaks to me.
And though the wind
plucks the dry leaves
as if they were so many notes
of music, I can hear no words.
Still, I listen. I search
the feathery shapes of clouds
hoping to find the curve of a wing.
And sometimes, when the static
of the world clears just for a moment
a small voice comes through,
chastening. [...]
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Posted on March 28, 2009 by Shiny Things
The tween season weather is by far my favorite time! Almost “winter cold” mixed with “practically summer” days tossed together by the thunderstorm’s tempest.
In my element. Transitory, to be sure, but I am reveling nonetheless
Peace,
~me
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love [...]
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Posted on March 19, 2009 by Shiny Things
Adrift
Let my dream while I’m wide-awake
loose. Let me be drowned, baptized,
in the light given me. Day comes around,
night, fall, winter, spring,
summer. Leaves overhead, underfoot.
Waves arrive, buffets from friends
offended, enemies. Let it all come:
this is my way, this is the canoe I’m in.
– William Stafford
via such stuff
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